Chapter 5: Porcelain Doll
As a rule, when Lance uses magic, the strings are invisible to all
except him and the ones he is protecting. So…
It was no surprise when Janet tripped and her gun misfired, breaking
a window… except maybe for Janet.
Then, the weight of a Dragonite landing on top of her couldn't have
been pleasant.
Dragonites are very heavy pokemon if they can beat Snorlax in a
wrestling match. Right? Right.
Lance looked mildly amused as Ash clung to him, not liking the
disturbance.
"Hyper Beam."
Dragonite blew Janet to bits. At least the strength of the beam
vaporized her so there was no mess to clean up.
"One more…" Lance said, as he closed his eyes again.
Ash's necklace glowed warmly, and then suddenly, Lance shifted. It
was the only word for it, as Lance transformed into full dragon form.
Pure white scales, sharp silver claws, teeth, and wings… blue eyes.
Pounce.
Lance returned a few minutes later, purring as he curled around Ash's
body protectively.
Ash hugged the pokemon… of course a pokemon, tightly.
Purr.
Lance smiled, slitted blue eyes focusing on more danger. Satisfied
that there was none, he stayed in the form as not to shock Ash again.
A week passed. Two, and then three…
Ash hugged the dragon tightly as he watched the rainfall. Again.
This seemed to be repeating itself.
But he didn't mind. Lance was so warm.
Warm and soft and cuddly
Sweet, pretty, pretty…
Darkness that was warm and soft and pretty.
The prettiest darkness of all, Lance was so dark, but the darkness
was so pretty! Smiling, Ash kissed the dragon on the head, just below
the little horns.
Cold like ice at times, but sweeter than snow and sugar…
Lance shifted back, as Ash continued to hug him.
"Pretty." Ash whispered, touching his face.
A wry smile crossed the Dragon Master's lips.
Soon, he would be ready.
Ash was stepping into the darkness eagerly now, and so, they could
begin the cleansing process.
Just like old times…
He was brought back to reality when Ash kissed him.
"Pretty?"
"Yes, my little light." Lance whispered, looking into those clouded
brown eyes. "Yes…"
Ash smiled.
He rubbed the necklace as Lance fed him grapes.
Those were sweet too.
His brown eyes stayed unfocused. His mind was falling deeper,
drowning in the present sweetness as the past was getting erased.
Lance would always protect him. Never hurt him.
Not like Misty
And not like his father either…
Safe…
You think he's getting better? Pikachu asked.
Even if he isn't, he's getting ready to begin the attack.
We'll help him too.
It's for the sake of the pokemon. We're honored he chose us.
Yes.
It didn't matter, much, that the timid little one needed him. Lance
liked it that way. They were two halves, after all.
Darkness and light until light fell to darkness.
He fed Ash another grape.
Pity about his mind though, it would never unlock under these
circumstances. Because the little one had to be kept happy and safe,
Lugia said.
And for Lance, from his point of view, the best way was to erase
those horrible things in the past.
Yes… that was the best way.
They would get rid of all Ash's unpleasant memories so he would only
have the future beauty to look to.
It would not fail.
Lance smiled as Ash kissed him again.
Plus, the boy was his now.
And Lance wanted it to stay that way.
It did not matter what he had to do to keep the light from slipping
out of his fingers.
Mine…
Such a pretty, precious little one, so delicate… You'll die without me
taking care of you.
And you love me.
Only me…
I've killed them, they tried to take away your happiness. You'll never
have to fear them again.
Be happy now, little one.
Sleep well.
Lance tucked Ash into bed, and then contacted Lugia.
End Chapter
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